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If you are interested in getting absorbed in romantic stories between two women that occur in a broad range of circumstances and with a huge variety of backgrounds, this article will surely suit your taste and exceed your expectations! Why? Because we have the cutest collection of the 4 most romantic lesbian short stories ever! Dive into the world of romance now!
One more dreadful year at school was over, it was summer again and Veronica, a 17-year-old high school student, was stuffing her belongings in her backpack, hastily preparing to go camping with her friends the next day. Veronica was a stunning brunette, with long wavy hair, deep blue eyes and a mole on the right lower part of her belly. She thought no one would ever go so far with her to be able to notice that special body feature of hers.
Yeah, even after two years at high school, this beauty was still single, and she even started to accept that she’d never have a chance to change that. And, the buzz about going camping with her friends brought up those thoughts about being alone again. Many of her friends would come with their partners, boyfriends, and girlfriends; they will put up tents and cook together. They will sit by the fire cuddling and do all those romantic things that Veronica could only imagine. And when they asked her why she didn’t have someone special in her life, she wouldn’t know what to say. That’s because she had a secret, something she’d kept well hidden all these years - when she fantasized about someone special, it was always a girl.
She arrived at the camp site and, in a hurry to pack her stuff, she didn’t realize her shoe laces were untied. As expected, she stumbled on them but instead of falling on the ground, she was caught by an unfamiliar girl with short, blond hair. She didn’t know it back then but this girl would change her life completely. This is how their conversation went:
-Hey, I’m Jenifer. You are quite tough – you almost knocked me down!
She was totally confused. The broad smile of the pretty short-haired girl calmed her down and made her smile as well.
-Let’s go pick up branches for the bonfire!
Jenifer grabbed Veronica’s hand firmly yet tenderly and she couldn’t resist. She followed her to the wood where they had a long walk, and, more importantly, a long conversation. Something inside Veronica told her she could trust her new friend and she told her about her sexuality.
-Great! I thought I would never have a chance with you – I was sure such a cutie like you had a boyfriend!
Veronica laughed at Jennifer’s reaction to her confession, thinking it to be a joke. They exchanged phone numbers, and a few months later, sipping a cup of coffee with Jennifer, Veronica couldn’t help but thank her stars that she’d forgotten to tie her shoe laces properly that day.
This is one of the lesbian short stories that are full of spark and passion. Here is how it goes:
A real fight arose that day during the lesson in literature – two girls in the class of 18-year-olds were standing up and exchanging replicas with each other, each of them stubbornly holding the grip of their own opinion.
“Is the world of The Stranger irrational or not?”, that was the question that those two girls, Dana and Sara, got so absorbed in that they continued arguing and arguing long after the class was over.
They couldn’t help it – although they had different opinions, the argument made a spark shine between them and the tension made them both excited about each other. And none of them knew the reason why they felt that way.
As the days passed, from those arguments, tension and days of annoyance with each other raised a true romance between the two girls. Now, the only thing they debated over was at whose house they should spend the night together!
Love needs courage and here is one example of brave girls among all the lesbian short stories you might have heard or will hear.
Michaela has moved to a new town recently and she started to get along with people. She hung out with boys mostly, playing football, basketball or riding a bike. Everyone thought of her as a tomboy – she had a short, black haircut, and no one has ever seen her in a dress or a skirt or even with any feminine accessories. She is actually trying to maintain her cover-up – she wanted to appear friendly to the boys so they couldn’t get the idea they could flirt with her.
What she really wanted was a romance with a completely new girl that will help her get over a turbulent breakup with her ex, who she had to say goodbye to when her ex was leaving their hometown in search of a better future. Her ex wasn’t into long distance relationships, and Mike had to accept that. Yeah, she even had a male nickname!
Mike didn’t even notice when exactly she started staring at the girl working at the corner shop on her street. Neither could she remember when she started fantasizing about her. She only knew that her name was Sandra, and that she also had short, bleached hair and a cool badass tattoo on her right arm. And she was also pretty sure that Sandra would not at all be interested in her – because she was just that pretty, like a princess.
But then one day, she suddenly and finally decided to ask Sandra out. She knew that Sandra was finishing with her work at that time.
-Hey Sandra, this might sound sudden but you wanna hang out? You’ve been working all day.
-Yeah, why not? Actually, I was waiting for you to ask me out – I always thought of you as the brave one!
Later on that night, it was Sandra who was actually the one who kissed Mike first.
Lara was peacefully lying on her bed, while Kim was packing. Suddenly, Kim walked over to her and firmly held her hand. They both had a hard time – that was the last night they would be spending together in their hometown. Lara had received a scholarship and on the next day, she was flying to Vienna to finish her master studies in music.
The song ‘’Baby, It’s a Wild World”, a rock classic by Cat Stevens which was one of their favorites, was playing from Kim’s laptop as the two of them were reliving their memories from the time they met and started dating. They’ve been together for five years, since they both turned 18, and now, as the moment of parting was approaching, it seemed like those years had passed in a snap.
Suddenly, Kim turned to her partner and tenderly caressed her cheek, tightening the grip on her hand. She said, “Promise me this isn’t the last time we’re lying together like this”. ‘’I promise”, replied Lara, “We’ll make it somehow, I’m sure. I love you”.
Instead of saying, “I love you too”, Kim pulled her girlfriend closer and kissed her passionately. They started making out while they were slowly taking off each other’s clothes.
On the next day at the airport, they embraced each other tightly and it was then that they both knew – it was just a small goodbye, not yet a farewell. They were sure that they would be united one day.
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Shaelan’s Story: When I Can’t Sleep


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The first time I was raped I was 16 years old. The night exists for me in a series of flash-bulb images that I can neither piece together nor erase from my memory, despite years of trying. I’m still not sure if it was my fault, even though I know it wasn’t.
I don’t think about it very often anymore, but every few years I revisit the spiral of shame, and guilt.
My last clear memory was stumbling away from the crowd, looking for a place to sleep. I was drunk… really drunk. I was being a typical teenager: acting out, rebelling – trying to distance myself from a goody-two-shoes image. Before that night, I had only been to a couple of parties, most of my wild stories were embellishments. My parents were known for being strict, so I didn’t get invited out very often. I w anted desperately to be part of the cool, older crowd who drank and smoked cigarettes. I was thrilled to be at the party, drinking cans of Coors and tossing them in the back yard of the kid whose parents were out of town. I realized m y ride had left without me, I was feeling sick and disoriented and needed to sleep until I could walk home. I found an empty bed, it was a child’s bedroom, I was going to lie down for just a few minutes.
I’m awake and it’s dark. He is inside me. I feel sick. Who is on top of me? “What are you doing?” He grunts. I try to push him away but my arms are weak. “I don’t want to.” I try to pull my underwear up, they’re around my knees. He pins my arm down. “Please.” “Shhh.” “I’m going to be sick.” “Shhh.” He’s getting angry. There’s a crack in the door and I can see wood paneling in the hallway. He finishes on the child’s bed, next to me. He wasn’t wearing a condom. He gets up and walks out. I want to run away, but I’m ashamed and I don’t want anyone to see me. I cry myself to sleep.
I’ve known my rapist since childhood. He was one of the cool kids at my school, a popular jock who was older than me. The next morning, his friend called me a slut and said “don’t worry, I won’t tell his girlfriend.” His girlfriend found out, and soon everyone had heard what a slut I was. Somehow I was more comfortable with being a slut than with being raped, so I accepted it.
And I never told anyone, until now.
I’m afraid to tell my parents. I’m afraid my step-father will read this, figure out who it was, and confront my rapist. I’m nervous about how he’ll feel when he realizes he inadvertently teased me about the events that happened after that night. I forgave him but I’m afraid he won’t forgive himself.
I’m afraid the people in my home town will call me a liar, and judge my parents. I live 3000 miles away now, but my family will have to deal with the backlash.
I’m afraid for my rapist’s wife and children.
But today I’m facing those fears, as much as I can handle at a time. Today, this blog is the beginning of an idea that may or not become big. It’s still anonymous, but that’s okay. It’s all I’m ready for, just yet.
When you’re ready, and want to share, I’m here. We’ll do this together.
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Sounds like a fake story. Sorry, pretty cliche.
I think it sounds pretty fake but even though it might not be fake, nobody has to experience that, but my real question is why would you feel ok if people call you a slut. If I were you I wouldn’t like people calling me a slut, etc.
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Websites like Literotica to get you hot and bothered. (Pexels)
Literotica, and other sites like it, will fill your evenings with erotic passion.
Imagine this: You’re at home and in the mood for some sexual mischief with erotica.
Except you’re alone under the covers and you don’t quite know how to satisfy those urges.
You’ve tried a couple of sites already, but it’s just not doing it for you this time. Sure, the internet has trillions of options when it comes to sexual fantasies, but it’s easy to get lost in the mix.
Without realising, you end up scrolling through the pages of Google for hours but, much like Bono, you still can’t find what you’re looking for.
Let’s consider something new, something exciting, something that will bring us that oh-so-personal release.
Videos are fun, but you’ve been there done that and it might be time to switch things up. Why not try to titillate your mind with some words instead of images? Rather than seeing the hairy butts of ageing actors, why not imagine your own, fictitious, perfect bottom?
Well, consider this our gift to you: A shortcut to the wonderful and inventive world of online erotica, where imagination is your only restrain (unless you’re into bondage, of course). This selection of erotica sites will hopefully save you some precious minutes next time you’re bored of Pornhub, YouPorn or GayForIt.
It is the place for free erotic fiction, and there are many websites that you can go to.
Needless to say these steamy reads are for 18+ only. Underaged readers need not apply.
When it comes to online erotica, Literotica is a titan of the genre – the clue is literally in the name. It leads the field like a Russian dominatrix, offering thousands of erotic stories with hundreds of tags that explore every sexual fantasy.
From vanilla to hardcore BDSM to everything in-between, we guarantee you’ll find something to float your boat to completion. It even has audiobooks for those who’d rather lie back and relax.
One of the most popular genre tags of this site is actually literotica cheating in which there’s an erotic story about cheating partners. Some people have some naught fantasies, it seems. No judgements here.
Literotica lesbian and Literotica gay erotica are also very popular on the site. There are many Literotica tags to pick from.
Of course, if you want some fiction erotica that caters to the LGBT+ community, PinkNews has you covered too, pals. Just head over to Nifty for some hot gay, lesbian, bi and plus action . With 23,000-plus stories, we guarantee it’ll leave your little gay heart satisfied. You won’t be disappointed with Nifty .
Bright Desire also features a wide range of free sex stories open to everyone, with a focus on what often missing in porn : the fun of it all. Not only is Bright Desire sex-positive, but it also offers videos and erotic stories that are all about passion, intimacy and straight up pleasure.
Much like Literotica, Lush Stories is a leader of the genre. Ghost sex? Check. Sex through portals? Check. Watersports sex? Check and check. Sexy ghosts playing water polo?
Probably. With 51,018 stories and counting, plus some 198,898 blog posts and 3,041,349 forum posts, we’d be surprised if you don’t find something that toasts your buns on there. Lush Stories works as a social network, too, giving you the chance to connect with other readers and maybe write your own stories.
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Slightly differing from Literotica, this next website Sssh is operated by women for women—and we’re not complaining. It counts thousands of erotic stories, as well as sexy sex education articles so that you know the best way to do you.
Looking for something a little bit more refined? Erotic Review actually has editors that make sure you only read the best erotic stories out there. No typos or poor grammar here. It’ll satisfy your inner nitpicker and the most high-brow of your fantasies.
Have fun reading the erotic literature, my darlings. Happy Reading!


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I worked as an office manager once, and it was my job to open and sort all of the mail, including packages. It was a pretty boring job for the most part, but every now and then there would be a wave of excitement when my boss’s crazy ex-wife would come in and scream at him in front of all of his employees.
So I’m doing my mail duties when an odd looking package arrives for my boss, the CEO of the company. I open it as part of the standard office procedure. I pull out some packing materials, then an item wrapped in plastic wrap.
What is this? I think to myself. Oh, a leash. Must be a leash for his dog. What’s with the metal things? This is kind of weird, I think, so let’s pull out the invoice:
“Dog collar with attached nipple clamps.”
Dogs don’t need nipple clamps, so what the shit.
I throw everything back into the box as if *I’M* the one who has just committed some horribl
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